If she went, she would only be a drag.
Wen Zhixing sensed Lianxin's dejection. He reached out, gently patting her head. "Be good and wait for my return. Practice diligently and strive for an early breakthrough. When the time comes, I'll bring back a Genius Spirit Seed for you."
"No, no, Sir, you don't need to worry about me."
Lianxin waved her hands repeatedly, then clasped them tightly. Head bowed, she whispered, "All Lianxin wants is for Sir to have a smooth journey and return safely."
Wen Zhixing paused for a moment, then smiled. "Alright, I promise you."
Qinglian Fairy stood to one side, watching the deep affection between master and servant, a light flashing in her eyes.
But she said nothing.
"Qinglian Fairy, shall we go?" Wen Zhixing turned and clasped his hands in a salute.
"Okay."
Qinglian Fairy nodded, then gently swept her slender white hands forward.
A dazzling golden light flashed in mid-air, and an exquisite flying boat materialized out of nowhere.
